Dorian Electra Nude Novels & Stories

He, Conri, and Kaden were all ogling at the scene between the two mates—they'll be damned to interfere, but that doesn't mean they can't watch. “I know right? It seems like Dorian's also getting provoked” Kaden hushed too. “Daciana would you freaking listen to me!” Dorian gripped her shoulder tightly as he yelled. “Don't touch me…!” her growl was freaking intimidating and was capable of sending shivers down anyone's spine. Yet, Dorian wasn't fazed.

"Put it on, Camilla." Hearing that fake name out of his mouth always felt like a slap. It was a constant reminder that to the rest of the world, Elera didn't exist anymore. I was a ghost playing a part in a game I didn't understand. I took the dress into the adjoining bathroom, my hands trembling slightly as I slipped out of my oversized t-shirt and stepped into the expensive fabric. It fit perfectly, clinging to my curves and leaving my entire back exposed to the cool air. When I stepped back into the bedroom, Adrian was waiting. He held a small, black leather strap in his hand. Before I could ask what it was, he dropped to one knee in front of me.

Eira’s excited giggles echoed off the marble floor as she tugged Dorian’s hand toward the glowing concession stand, her tiny feet skipping with every step. “Mama, Uncle Dorian said I could pick the movie today!” she beamed, her eyes wide as she glanced back at Vera with a proud, slightly mischievous smile. Vera raised a brow at Dorian, who only offered a helpless chuckle and a shrug. “In my defense, she used her full name and her puppy eyes.” “You’re hopeless,” Vera muttered with a grin, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. They looked the part of a perfect family, Dorian in a casual slate blue dress shirt with his sleeves rolled up, Vera in a flowy off white blouse and jeans, and

• •Lost count of how many times I texted, I'd keep texting till you reply fair skinned goddess• "Dammit!" She cuss and toss the phone to the bed. Zach stared at the screen of the laptop in sheer awe. "Wayne!... Selene visited a club last night!....Shit!" He growls, as he swiped through the numerous pictures of selene in the dim lit club. How could one be this sexy!. "I should have been the one she chose to dance with darn it!...should have checked this last night!" He continues, ignoring the hard look Wayne gave him as he stood.

“You call me Mr. Rourke. You call Maddox, sir. You call Elio, sir. You answer on the first word. You do not lie. You do not hide. You do not pretend.” Elio’s voice warmed like velvet. “And you do not forget to feel.” Maddox’s hand left her chin. The space it vacated felt cold. “Tonight is not for pain,” Dorian said. “Tonight is for placement.” He nodded once, and Elio stepped behind her. His breath touched the shell of her ear. “Walk,” he said softly.

Eyes shifted to me, hungry for more drama than the decorations could offer. “A Luna should never behave like that.” Her face burned with shame. My heart leaped with satisfaction. She had used these same words on me once, and now they cut her instead. “You look pathetic. Just like your Luna,” Damon added with a cold stare before he released Dorian. The man dropped to the floor with a heavy thud, coughing as he clutched his throat. “Elara, what are you doing? Get up,” Dorian barked with a hoarse voice. Even on the ground, even after nearly dying, he still reached for his pride first. That was the real Dorian. A man who valued his ego more than anything.

Especially not now. I clenched my teeth and lifted my head staring daggers at him as I thought of creative ways to kill him. Dorian stood atop the rubble of the eastern wall, his posture lazy, arrogant, like a king surveying the wreckage of a kingdom he was about to claim. His dark hair was swept back, his black coat untouched by the carnage around him. Even in the moonlight, his eyes gleamed with something cruel. Elara stood in the middle of the battlefield, her chest rising and falling heavily, her claws dripping with blood. Her green eyes locked onto Dorian’s, unflinching.

Hadrian guided her hand to her breast and they both caressed and teased her. “Are you going to come for me?” he whispered against her neck, never taking his eyes off the mirror. “Oh, goddess, yes,” Electra cried as she crested over the edge. Her walls clamped down around his fingers and her juices flowed out onto his hand. “Hadrian!” “Goddess, you’re beautiful,” he turned her face towards him, and he kissed her. “I love you, Electra.” “I love you, too, Hadrian.”

“I can’t take this—it’s too much!” Dorian’s eyes gleamed with dark amusement as he watched her struggle to find the right words. “Your ass hole, Miss Voss?” he repeated, enunciating each syllable. “Is that where you’d prefer I fuck you?” Elena’s face was flushed, her eyes squeezed shut as she nodded. The pain was intense, but the idea of Dorian claiming her in such a taboo way only heightened her arousal. “Please, Professor,” she begged, her voice a desperate whisper. “I’ll be ruined if you keep doing this—please, take me one at a time. Or—or my ass—yes, my ass, please!”

Scanning, flipping, re-reading. Nothing screamed “this is Dorian’s past life.” But the math was mathing, it seemed like it was all coming together. Kinda. I couldn’t feel my surroundings anymore. Couldn’t hear anything but the endless questions hammering through my skull. I felt him. His presence. His aura. And when I turned my head sideways, he was standing at the doorway. Dorian wasn’t shirtless this time, unfortunately. He just stood there, barefoot, and hands in his baggy gray sweatpants.